Now, for those of you who have never been to or lived in Europe, you have to understand how important fences are. Europeans are very private about their property. Every yard is delineated by a fence, often to afford absolute privacy. The fence says, "This is my personal domain and don't even think about violating my space, not even with your eyes." So imagine our chagrin on seeing this:
Yes, our fence is kaput. OK, it was falling down before The Invasion of the Great Machine, but now we've got it propped up on both sides trying to maintain a semblance of privacy and security until the landlord (hopefully) replaces it.
And the roof? Well, it's been de-mossed but whatever solution they used to clean the tiles left a nasty residue on our roof windows. I managed to get one mostly clean yesterday and left the others for another day. I'm not a very good Belgian Hausfrau, I fear.
2 comments:
She means huisvrouw. It is Belgium, not Germany.
This is the 21st century Rita. David can be the huiusvrouw or whatever. David, get off your butt, put down the beer, and clean the @*^%! windows. The fence? Can you say "I'm having a fence building party Saturday. Free beer to everyone that brings tools and actually helps put 2 sections of fence back up--permanrntly". I bet the weekend building warriors will come out of the woodwork--or out from behind their fence.....donald
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